my friend isabelle always told me i wasnt a superhero and it got to the point where the fact that i tried to help people became some huge joke for her i remember complaining to her that a lot of twitters were pro-anorexia, glorifying it, and it was triggering. and she said it was the internet, there was nothing that i could do about it. i said there had to be something. so she made another joke. "Fine, then fix it. Magically rid the world of mean people. Kill them. Go ahead. Work your magic, Becca. Fix the world." i was afraid to say the fact that that really just made me want to kill myself. like she was taunting me. im not a superhero, i get it. i cant fix the world. i just want to leave it. theres no way to fix everything for me. if i take myself out theres one less hypocritical, unstable, sad person to deal with.